Spanking One Shots.

Episode 6 pt 1: A Class wide Spanking.

Earth Prime.2

John O'Brian lifted his dark hands up to rest on his head, bowing his head in pure defeat as his 4th grade class seemed to have no issue talking more and more. "Be a teacher they said, you will love working with kids they said." He told himself. He had recently graduated college, and couldn't be more grateful that his old school was hiring teachers. He had always wanted to be a teacher, especially because he had such a good relationship with them. Especially his 4th grade teacher, Mr. Miller. He was firm but very fair, it was just as common to see him having fun and playing games with his students and other students at recess, as it was to see him taking one of his students over his lap for a quick chastisement with that demonic ruler he used to have. Mr. Miller even came to visit him when he first started, the man long since retired had come to say how proud he was of John but also to give him a friendly warning. "Spare the rod, and spoil the child." John had laughed as his older teacher gave him that stupid ruler of his as a gift.

One that John was determined to never use in his class.

Now like many people in the world, he had been spanked before, or as his mom would put it, a good ass whoopin. He had been spanked in school, as it had never been outlawed for teachers to do it. (At least on this earth) He wanted to be the teacher that didn't need to use it, he was gonna be the goofy fun loving teacher that all the kids in school could get along with. When he told his sister that he was gonna try this, she laughed at him so hard that she nearly fell over. "Are you fucking stupid." She laughed. "Kids are like sharks, if they smell even a drop of blood, a drop of weakness it is over and done. You won't survive two months."

She was both right and wrong, he had survived two months, and his class was considered one of the most rowdy and naughty classes in the school. Even the kindergarten classes were better behaved in some aspects. At first it started very softly, eating in class not during snack time, turned to being on their phones during the lessons, to small chattering in the back of the room, to now it was hard to get them to pay attention. He got reports from other teachers of his students' actions, had to have so many talks with the principal about why he was struggling and if he needed help. He had tried everything, collecting phones at the start of the class, he had tried the green to red card system, phone calls home, taking away recess, lunchtime detentions. However, it never truly stuck with them. All the while he always got the same response, older teachers told him it was time to do some good old fashioned hand meets bottom teaching. AN older black woman named Mrs. Simmons had told him, "bout time for some belt to bottom lessons if you ask me." One father he had called told him. "Sir I will handle this when my son get's home, and if this happens again take him over your knee and give it to him so hard that he has to sit on a cushion for the rest of the day."

John lifted his head one more time as he watched his students talk the lesson away, not a textbook in sight, even some of his best behaved students had started to give into this chaos. He watched as a few paperballs went flying. A group was not even hiding that they were playing games on their phones. John tried every method he knew growing up to get his class attention. "1 2 3, eyes on me." "If you can hear me clap once, if you can hear me clap twice... three times.... Four... five?"

John slowly opened the cabinet of his desk where a certain heavy ruler was being held prisoner. His deep brown fingers ran over the wood once more, as he gripped it in his palm he had memories of when that same wood had met his bottom. It was a cold day in hell when his former 4th grade teacher was kind enough to let him or his classmates keep their underwear up for a quick punishment. Six of the best with that ruler felt like hell on his backside.

John took a breath as he stood up, taking that ruler with him to tuck in his pocket. "I will be right back." No one in class barely noticed that he had left. John's dark eyes desperately searched the hallway, as he needed some moral support for this. "Mrs. Simmons."